Going Polar

In ones professional and personal fiscal journey, there are many stages of success and newfound levels of achievement that they encounter. Many of these stages can be furtive and clothed in levels of grey because they are not instantly evident. They are the subtle results of discipline, focused effort, foresight, and positioning. Unless you are one of the lucky few that came up very suddenly, success plays out as a journey where cosmetic improvements and an upgraded change of scenery occur naturally and without abrupt modifications to your livelihood. You might notice that you have a taste for top shelf liquor recently or that your cube TV might have metamorphosized into a nice plasma. These occurrences happen when you come-up but you are not going to gut your apartment and then order all new furniture and accoutrements all of the sudden. Success is time consuming. But the question I ask of you today is, when in one’s success journey, does their recently former way of life get played out and not good enough for them anymore? When does the luster of a 5 star hotel suite become customary or even passé to a sports figurehead? When does a model, or a straight 10 become obsolete and interchangeable to an entertainer? And when (even for the moderately successful brother or sister out there) does waiting an extra minute and a half for your valet car exasperate you when you could have been wearing that red vest in the not so distant past. I call that increasing lack of empathy for those on a lower tier and mounting shallowness regarding your good fortune “going polar”. I only use that term for the abusers of their own privilege. Im not saying go hang on the block you used to in high school so you can prove that your keepin in real, im saying just don’t cuss out your intern cause he brought back 2% milk in your latte when you told him skim. Always keep your considerate mind and wits about you as you transcend up that slippery slope called success. Because if you slip you will be kept company by the ones that you shitted on when you were on the other side of the velvet rope. Peace